irrepressible

"Hey, Lao Han, you're here too." Lu Rui walked over while arranging his clothes, and said with a smile, "Were you in there just now? Why didn't I see you?"

"No, I just came here." Han Lang seemed to be discouraged, and replied in a low voice, "You came here this afternoon."

"Well... play a few games with Xiao An, he has good skills, we can play together in the future."

"Haha, it's done." Han Lang also nodded with a smile, but glanced at An Yu, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, "Yes, boy, you are quite good at it."

"It's the senior who took me." An Yu smiled, "Senior, are you leaving?"

"Ah, okay, then let's go first and contact later." Lu Rui and An Yu turned to leave, and Lu Rui shook his hand at Han Lang behind him.

Han Lang stood where he was, with a look of resentment in his eyes, as thick as the falling night.

Come to the playground after school.

Just such a simple note, the paper was torn from the notepad hastily.

An Yu pinched the piece of paper and couldn't help laughing, "It's so childish."

He casually tossed the piece of paper and threw it into the wastebasket. He was still immersed in his own work. He didn't need to think about who wrote the crooked handwriting. It was exactly the same as that guy's rash look. .An Yu smiled slightly, and suddenly he had some thoughts of playing tricks on the other party.So what if he went, would that guy still fight with himself?

When it was time to leave school, An Yu simply packed his schoolbag and leisurely went to the playground. At this time, there was no one in the playground.

Sure enough, it was that idiot, he laughed secretly in his heart.

Han Lang leaned against the gymnasium, raised his hand at him, and then walked towards him.Han Lang is carrying his bag on his back, his shadow is crooked, and he looks a little crooked.

"It's Senior Han, what's your business?" An Yu was not polite at all, still carrying his usual arrogance and conceit.

"Let me ask you, did you go to see Lu Rui on Friday afternoon?"

"Who is looking for who, do you still need to report to Senior Han?" An Yu smiled, "Besides, how do you know that I was looking for Senior Lu, not Senior Lu looking for me?"

"He promised to play with us that day. It wasn't you looking for him, but he was looking for you?"

"Oh, oh..." An Yu shook his legs impatiently, "Lu Rui doesn't belong to your family, who is he going to meet and what is he going to do, do I need to tell you clearly? I said, Han Lang, do you even follow Lu Rui to the toilet? I didn't say that, I really think you're a bit perverted."

"Say it again if you have the guts." Han Lang narrowed his eyes, his fists clenched in the long sleeves of his school uniform.

"What else can I say?" An Yu shrugged, "If you have something to say, why did you come to me?"

"Don't pester Lu Rui, I don't care what your purpose is." Han Lang whispered.

"Yo...you really treat him as your own, whether it's a dog or a son, it doesn't matter..."

"You shut the fuck up."

Before An Yu finished speaking, Han Lang interrupted him, not only in words, but also in real terms.Han Lang punched him, but was caught by An Yu. An Yu put his palm against Han Lang's fist, leaned close to Han Lang and sneered, "Senior Han, you don't hit someone in the face, you should hit here."

Before the end of An Yu's words, he had already shot, hitting Han Lang's lower abdomen. Han Lang didn't expect that An Yu would suddenly throw a punch, and the punch was so hard, he took two steps back while clutching his stomach, gritted his teeth Said, "An Yu, you fucking..."

"Tsk, Han Lang, didn't you call me out just to teach me a lesson?" An Yu threw his schoolbag aside, "You did it first, bullying the younger with the big, and I'm a student's legitimate self-defense."

Seeing An Yu approaching while mocking, Han Lang was also very angry. He also dropped his schoolbag and raised his hand to block An Yu's punch.An Yu's strength is not small, Han Lang used his arms to fight against each other, and it was painful to suffer these few blows.

"Are you fucking looking for death..." Han Lang cursed, went up and grabbed An Yu by the collar, and beat him up, "I've seen that you're not a good guy, wait, woc...you fucker I can't kill you..."

"It doesn't matter who will kill who." An Yu sneered lowly. He avoided Han Lang's punches, leaned close to his body and grabbed Han Lang's waist, raised his knee and punched upwards.Han Lang screamed and wanted to back away, but was grabbed by An Yu, and he was in so much pain that he almost died.

"You're fucking despicable..." Han Lang covered his lower body with one hand, and pushed An Yu with the other, but he didn't push away.

"The more despicable ones are yet to come." An Yu said with a smile, "Han Lang, you are really unusual to Lu Rui, you want to fix me after he has dinner with me, then if he opens a room with me What about it? Tell me, what method should I use to deal with this pervert like you?"

"Fuck you! You're a pervert, idiot!" Han Lang still scolded him, and now he can only scold him.

Because now his person has fallen to the ground, and his legs and key parts of his body are in terrible pain.

Just now An Yu grabbed his hand, stepped on his calf, tripped him directly, and now he is riding on him and scolding him.

An Yu didn't care how Han Lang scolded him. He sat on Han Lang's body and slapped Han Lang's face jokingly, "Senior Han wanted to hit me in the face just now. I'm a very vengeful person."

"Go to hell!" Han Lang gave him a solid punch. An Yu tilted his head to avoid it, but he didn't dodge. There was a bloodstain.

An Yu looked at Han Lang, suddenly smiled, and said in a soft voice, "Han Lang, you broke my glasses, what should I do?"

"I beat you." Han Lang laughed angrily, shrugged, and looked at him indifferently.

"But it's all broken anyway, so it doesn't matter at all," An Yu smiled and picked up the crooked glasses, put them on Han Lang who was pressed on the ground, and said with a smile, "Are you a little dizzy?"

Before Han Lang could answer, he suddenly stood up and kicked Han Lang in the face.

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Sometimes fighting is nature, instinct, and desire.